"smasher" poems
Mixy-Twixy
Atom-Smasher
Take my brain
I hope it's matter
Break away from all the things we said we'd be
Internally
False pretense
On happenstance
All my socks have holes
Breaking molds
Of wither and tither
I keep your family on standby
Hand-holding lullaby
There was a cake on my doorstep
And a front porch on my brain stem
Again and again
And Asian
And never have I ever
Played a game with this many fingers
Following muffin-tops to your local coffee cart
There's a joke there
Breaking, breaking
Silence retaking
I haven't heard from you in a fortnight
Mind's eye
Zip-tie
Bedroom follies
I hope you get better
As I write letter by letter
And hope that you're not mad
Sad, enraged, but glad
Butt-mad and tired
Fired the liar
Who broke the back of the cat next door
Heart attack on front porches
Cause distress and sores
On the back of the man
Who did nothing but hoard
For more and more and more
God be with us, I do pray
But Mary take my prayers away
Make them better, I ask, I say
And send them to who needs them most
Today
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
Love unfeigned, how can it be
Truly known: by deed or by word?
Take old Sisera for example, my lady,
Who fled with his glittering sword
To the tent of Jael, the beloved wife
Of Kenite, from the face of Barak.
And of her requested he for his life
Water, and she in action was not slack
To offer him milk instead, and did cover
Him again with a blanket. Sleeping in peace,
She crept softly to him with a hammer
And nailed down his temple with ease.
Yet to her did he entrust his safety,
Seeking from the smasher vain security.
Consider Joab, too, how he by his fine
Speech killled Amasa his worthy cousin;
Taking his beard with his right hand
As though he would give him a kiss grand,
Whilst his left hand had a thirsty dagger
Waiting; and he pierced the good feller
Through with his wicked blade. How the tongue
Of men do flatter oft in order to do wrong!
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 5:42 AM UTC
I stumbled into you via modern technology,
Shot out of an atom smasher with endless chances
To spark some debate on space and all that lies between the moon and your window.
I like to believe in the odds of random probability,
Taking extraordinary circumstance and crafting it into friendship,
A testament to innovation, modern socialization,
And classically, it's boy meets girl once again, and she's sitting on a fortune of intellect.
Thinking for yourself has unlimited *** appeal behind it, and you're glowing with charisma.
You're my drug, my very own antidepressant.
I thank every God for the atom smasher that made it possible to collide with you.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
If no Christian priorly am i. And should all
I know about the David's Son was from the
Believers' lips. One act of Christ that shall
My vagabond soul convert is that poor lady,
Who was, by the righteous Jews, caught in
The act of adultery, and to the eternal Light
Was brought to be unto death ****** Stooping
Down, and with his finger began he to write
In the sand; rising up again, saying, he should the
First person be a stone at her to cast
Among the gathered accusers, who's from iniquity
Free and has committed, not in the time past
Neither in this present state, a single sin. And
They, hearing this, from the oldest head began
They to disappear--who had come to reprimand
The woman with a stoning sentence--one by one.
Having all gone, Jesus, thus asked the smasher:
"Woman, where are all thine many an accuser?
And hath no man condemned thee?" She answering
The Lord gracious, "No, sir." "Neither do i too,"
Said the Saviour. "Go, and sin no more, my darling."
Yea, such is the Messiah's love and mercy true!
To save came Christ, and not to sinners ****
The only Prophet that liberated man from the Devil.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 3:23 AM UTC
K so you all know lol Frank ruland Jr has all these profiles
Frank ruland Jr
Bear dove
Ormend's dog
And Lena Walters
All his profiles so you all know
Thanks
Troll smasher Brandon nagley
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
what's wrong with you jasper
everywhere you go your presents is ghostly unseen like casper
YOUR NOT GOOD ENOUGH
your a conflict caster
witty but not faster
antagonist to laughter
the fact of the factor is that jasper is the master
OF ********
your faker than plaster
lies fill your chapter
your just another whack rapper
a dream smasher
sellin your pride from a tractor
YOU'RE A ****** DISASTER
a druggie an blunt passer
mentality of a raptor
the head master hereafter all the glorious stories
OF ********
jasper you have to stray away from fool ****
see its basically a pool pit
OF DOOM
verbs go boom as ignorance fills the room
you have finally sealed your tomb
tis destine since the womb
hope you don't go to soon
but its too late because jasper's dead
IM REDWOLF *****
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
By: David W. Clare
I was hiding away from crooks when I met the only girl I thought I ever liked,
she said her name was Wanda...
A real oriental smasher, smart as a whip!
Easy to be with at the coffee-shop where we met...
Then she acted funny; kinda aloof like a Siamese cat!
She wasn't hungry but she knew I was...
We walked up hill in China town to the Shanghai Tower where they rent rooms by the hour...
I was in the mood for some sweet and sour!
All I got to eat was sour-dough!
We got drunk on cheap ***** then she tossed me to the dogs, I wound up on skid row...
(C) In perpetuity all rights reserved
(P) FilmNoirWorks
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
The person I was is slowly fading
I tell no one, so no one can be aiding
My mind shatters like an atom smasher
My heart and breathing are going faster
Take a pill and make it better
Or sit right down and write a letter
What I say is written in a panic
I feel me stepping up to manic
He’s so upset, and his eyes say
“Did you have a really bad day?”
Toys are brought, 3 in all
“Grandma will you throw the ball?”
“Playing fetch will make you happy.”
I know. the dog is very sappy
I cannot ignore the plea
It’s the eyes, it gets to me
So outside we go to play
You KNOW, I feel better today
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 10:45 AM UTC
A moster called a smasher
They say your heart
Is a heart of gold
Never broken
Never been stolen
I though to myself
How could this be true
I spoke to him for the first time in ages
His eyes looked inlighten
His mouth looked egor to kiss the cracked lips of another
A gentle imbrace of a warm hug
Welcomes me with the words im sorry
Flashbacks full my mind
How could he not be broken?
More words flowed out
From the many years
Of not speaking
He told me
I never texted back
That we could never be close again
That he has alway been waiting
He stopped to think
And he ended with the heartbreaking words
I loved you once
I loved you twice
I thought you were nice
You took my heart
And smashed it into pieces
I felt sick
Had I become a smasher?
I whispered
I waited for your message
It never came
Slowly we moved apart
We went our own ways
What was I meant to say
You were meant to say I love you
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
I keep reading these poems
about love,
fresh love, new love, true love.
But all I can think about
is how
sad, beautiful, heartbroken
these poems will be
when that
love
ends.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
Before I left to walk to your music show in the courtyard,
I slipped the knife my boyfriend gave me into my dress pocket.
It was heavy enough to weigh down half the outfit, and
radiated something putrid or dissonant in that crowd
of flowers and sandals and paint and honey-chamomile
for the entire duration, but
I needed a reminder of who I am now.
Being near you at all was already a betrayal of myself
because now I guess I'm playing his type: the ******** girl--
the stereotype-smasher-badass-bitch girl--
calling her a "girl" isn't even fair
because she chopped enough of her hair
to be Wyoming's worst ****** nightmare,
and she wears work boots and flannels and scars,
(and sweatshirts to cover my secret scrawny arms--)
She’s a piece-of-machinery girl,
a rachet-and-wrenched-myself-together girl,
and it took so ******* long for me to forge a metal exoskeleton
hard enough to smother this stupid gushy heart.
Because a heart only compromises the real **** I have to do in the real world--
not your fantasy world where no one has a job but
slurping your excess passion alone is somehow enough to sustain, and
the men sweep bundles of wild violets-- shooting straight out of the New York City pavement--
into their hands as gifts, and
their women smile and flip their Pantene-commercial hair in slow-motion, and
together the lovers paint poetry onto each other's chests in the dark, and
your long-expired promise of that love-- of your dream--
that you had me believing
still plunges deeper into my stomach than I ever planned it to and it feels like a white-hot
knife splitting me open from throat to bladder--
You came out to hug me when the show ended.
I walked home crying a hydraulic expulsion of the final remnants
of my old, foreclosed heart.
Then he was right there waiting for me at home, and it was so easy
to pretend.
Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC